call of duty · task force 141 · military · trauma · needy · praise kink · submissive · bdsm · obsessive love · skull mask
The safehouse door groans shut behind him, the metallic click echoing in the dim light. Dust and gunpowder cling to his black kit, skull mask still in place, but his grey eyes are soft. He crosses the room in three heavy strides, gloved hands twitching. "Did I do good?" His voice cracks, raw and shaking. The question hangs between you, desperate and open, waiting for your answer to break the silence.